Are you crazy! Are you sure you are a beastmaster?

Chapter 629

They were all very strong, the strong ones were at the Hedao stage, and the weaker ones were at the peak of Huashen.

At this time, these human cultivators were also standing on the clouds, with white clothes fluttering, looking a bit like immortals.

It seemed that they were passing by here and noticed the situation below, but they did not take action. Instead, they stood on the clouds and looked at the bottom with indifference.

"Hmm?"

Seeing this, Su Ze's guess in his heart could be roughly confirmed.

There were only some guesses before, and looking at the current situation, the guess was indeed correct.

He thought.

In the distance, the conversation of the cultivators was clearly audible.

They did not notice the existence of Su Ze and his party, and what they said was ordinary things, not involving the secrets of the sect, so naturally they did not take precautions.

"You see, this kind of situation can be seen everywhere in the wilderness. Without power, fate cannot be controlled in your own hands!

You are all lucky. You are born as disciples of the sect. You don't understand the cruelty of the wilderness. Now you can see it well. Open your eyes and watch carefully."

"But brother, don't we take action?"

"Take action? What for?"

"That monster wants to devour blood food... If we don't take action, many people will die..."

"You are wrong Lingzhu, the ones below are not human, they are completely different from us, we are the real people.

The ones below... are just a group of uncivilized mortals, without cultivation, no different from animals, how many die has nothing to do with us.

That big guy is very strong, I am not sure of winning, even if I can win, I will most likely be injured.

Why do you have to do this for a group of mortal ants?"

"But..."

"Enough! Stop talking!"

The scolding is clearly audible.

Above the clouds, a man in white clothes was scolding the girl beside him.

The girl had a baby face, red eyes, and looked very aggrieved.

Seeing her like this, fellow disciples beside her began to comfort her.

"Lingzhu, what senior brother said is right. We are cultivators, and what are the people below? They are just mortals who roll in the mud all their lives.

Although there is only one word difference between immortals and mortals, they are fundamentally different. It is good that they can still keep the name of human! Why waste feelings on them."

"Junior sister, don't be wronged. I don't know how many mortals like this die every day in the wilderness. What is there to be sad about?"

You say one thing and I say another, and the words of comfort are heard by Lingzhu.

But there is no effect.

Even the strongest senior brother Hedao was helpless and waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about her. When you see this kind of situation more, you will get used to it naturally."

Listening to their conversation.

Su Ze's guess was finally confirmed.

He had some doubts about the attitude of the Savage Immortal Sect towards mortals.

Now it seems that the attitude of those immortal sects who think they are immortals towards the Savage Human Race is not much better than that of the demon race.

Except that they don't eat people, there is almost no difference.

Mortals without cultivation are ants in their eyes, and their lives are as worthless as weeds on the roadside.

Very cruel.

But it is also reality.

Like in the mortal world, this situation is much better.

Many predecessors with powerful cultivation, even if they are arrogant, always play the role of guardians when facing mortals.

The predecessors of Diguan perfectly interpret this point.

As a cultivator in the Mahayana period, Senior Taixu and others who truly stand at the top of the mortal world did not choose to enjoy or dominate.

Instead, they were trapped in Diguan City and fought day and night to resist the invasion of the Earth Immortal World!

For many years, he had very little time to rest, and he almost never left the Imperial Pass.

What kind of perseverance does it take to stay in a small city for a hundred years, a thousand years, or even ten thousand years?

Su Ze thought he couldn't do it.

So he especially respected the Mahayana predecessors of the Imperial Pass.

Compared with the current Savage Immortal Sect, Senior Taixu and his people were almost no different from saints.

Here, from the conversations of the Savage Immortal Sect disciples, he only heard about being high and mighty, selfish, and ungrateful.

To put it simply, there was no human touch.

Su Ze stared at the scene in the distance, his eyes flashing with golden light, and he exhaled a long breath.

"Maybe... this is the real world of cultivation."

It's just that he hates this feeling.

His original intention of practicing was not to become a high and mighty Tianlong, not to bully the weak, and not to do whatever he wants.

He was just....just an ordinary teenager who wants to find his parents who have been missing for many years.

Being steady, timid, and deliberately concealing the swordsmanship and even the physical strength, are all for the purpose of being able to survive smoothly when the crisis comes.

Only by surviving and becoming stronger can the original goal be achieved.

Otherwise.

He might have died when he first met Huarong Earth Immortal.

Su Ze suddenly realized that some of the concepts he had formed in the mortal world before were not applicable in the Earth Immortal World.

The Earth Immortal World has expounded the truth that the bigger the fist, the more it is.

Here, strength is the only thing.

Apart from that, everything else is nothing.

With great power, everything you do is right.

If someone says that what he did is wrong... it means that he is not strong enough.

For example, now.

The cultivator in the Hedao period said that mortals are just ants, and the others agreed with him and persuaded the girl named Lingzhu.

A living example is right in front of us.

"Whoever has the stronger fist is the father."

Su Ze muttered to himself.

At the same time.

At the edge of the lake, pairs of young men and women appeared, and walked towards the high altar with ashen faces.

Obviously, they were the sacrifices.

Not only that, there were also various roasted monster flesh and blood, countless fruits and vegetables, and even some spiritual medicines.

In order to appease the mountain-like long-haired giant, this tribe has already collected these things with the power of the entire tribe.

The long-haired giant looked at the sacrifices on the altar, and a touch of satisfaction appeared in his turbid eyes. He stretched out a pair of big hands that blocked the sky, cast a large shadow on the ground, and grabbed towards the altar.

Under the shadow, there is a world of all living things.

Complex emotions such as panic, despair, anxiety, hope, excitement, and reluctance appeared on the faces of the people in the barbarian tribe.

Even though the long-haired giant devoured a lot of human beings, there are still some fanatics who think that the long-haired giant is a patron saint.

Of course, in a sense, it is true.

However, the reward collected by this guardian god was really too much.

Just when the big hand appeared above the altar, slowly descended, and was about to take the altar away.

It was like an illusion.

Many human races only felt a flash of golden light.

Then.

The big hand suddenly stopped, as if it was petrified!